Pencils and Parachutes
Runaway
The heavy air smelled of coming rain. Off in the distance, I could hear the low rumble of an approaching train. My mind slowly thought back to the events of the previous night as I made my way along the deserted leaf strewn street.
I shudder, but force myself to remember. If I don't continue to replay what happened, I'll have to deal with the repressed memories later in life-something I don't feel up for. The events role by in my mind.
I shudder, but force myself to remember. If I don't continue to replay what happened, I'll have to deal with the repressed memories later in life-something I don't feel up for. The events role by in my mind.
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okay, so im trying to think. i had a dilemma in mind... but now its not going to work.